...broken,

She tries hard to speak, but the words don't come out right. She can't convey her thoughts. She can't express. Her thoughts are so mixed up that when she speaks her statements remain incomplete. She stops in mid-sentence and just shuts up.
She sits exhausted when she's done nothing.
She tries to collect the scattered pieces and stick 'em together, like a jigsaw puzzle. It becomes an interesting activity...but only for a while. Then she goes back to her normal routine...staring at nothing.
She doesn't run anymore, doesn't dance anymore, doesn't sing anymore, doesn't think anymore.
She was so much of a coward, she couldn't kill herself. So there was only one option left.....
...ruin her own reputation. It wasn't difficult. She had to be near the loudest loudmouth and a few gossiping fickle-minded idiots...and then speak a few misleading statements and go mute. One year since, she'd already been called a bitch, a goddamn fool, a whore, a beggar, a freebie, a selfish biatch, a bloody loner, a freakin' despo, a lesb, oversmart jerk, smartass, you name it. Amusing, how she kept her bloody ego and principles intact through all of that. I'd say, she was a straight-jacket, stiff-neck. She saw it happen to her-it takes years to build a reputation but a few minutes to break it.
She never thought of it. Her self-destruction spree was going on successfully, what with the eager help she was getting. But never saw it coming, that she was leaving a trail of broken hearts, shattered expectations, lost hopes. All she wanted was hatred from people, from humans, from the mongrels of the concrete jungle. She wanted some psychopath to come and kill her...do the job for her.
Atleast, somewhere someone would have satisfaction over her death. If only she could disappear with a click!